A nature poem 

Sunlight peeks over the hills
And sparkles on the dewy grass.
Crystal drops of water are precious diamonds.
Birds fill the air and give voice to
A music sweeter than any ever heard.
The trees sway in light breezes breathing gently.
Leaves whisper and speak
Tales of days gone by.
The morning is new.
Life is born
In animals and flowers
Which lift their petals to the rising sun
To show their pure beauty.
The sky is clear and blue
As is the water below
Which laps at the shore
In an unceasing cycle
As day begins.

The sun is setting.
The sky is crimson and orange,
Bright patches of colour.
Shadows lie on the ground
Still and peaceful
As the wind dies into darkness
And the birds quiet their song
And the music of the day ends.
The sun sleeps, beneath the horizon.
The sky darkens, deep blue
As the stars wink in and out
And a last breeze goes through the forest.
The lake is still and calm.
The waves are quiet.
Moonlight glistens off the glassy surface.
The night begins, is born
And stars wheel overhead
In their endless pattern
Never ceasing, always shining
A cycle of pure, cool light
That dies only when the morning comes again.